Eugenia Bell|Books, Observer Decameron
December 21, 2015
The Observer Decameron—Fourth Day
Since many other contributors here have covered the graphic design entries from this year, I figured I would take a slightly dfferent tack. Once I started reviewing the new books I read over the course of 2015, a theme began to emerge. I realized that I came across and read a number of titles—biographies, memoirs, broad-sweeping architectural guidebooks—that were more grounded in the idea of a place than some of their titles might suggest. In no particular order, here are my ten books from 2015.
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Elaine Sciolino
Elaine Sciolino’s personal and historical “biography” of this Paris street at the base of Montmarte was not the best book I read all year, not by a longshot. But, once past the inevtiable smugness of American-in-Paris syndrome, her reminiscences of what makes the street at once a distillation of her adopted city and an example of the village-like atmosphere being pecked away at in all large metropolises, coalesce into a loving, yet realistic portrait of a small slice of Paris.
Martin O’Dair
Famous for his years in the band Soft Machine (and infamous for his tutelage under Robert Graves and a fall that left him a paraplegic), I like to remember the Wyatt—the almost uncategorizable musician of conviction during the social and political turmoil of Britain in the ’70s—who covered Chic’s At Last I Am Free as if it were his own. O’Dair’s biography, written in close collaboration with Wyatt, follows his life from Bristol to Cantebury, Mallorca to Paris, London to New York, and back again, hewing closely to Wyatt’s troubled trajectory as reflected in his music.
William Finnegan
Finnegan’s long antiticpated memoir, largely plotted around the New Yorker writer’s obsession with surfung is less about the pursuit of the non-existent “perfect wave” than it is about the clear-eyed attentiveness to place and the necessary respect for it that follows.
Eve Babitz
If Joan Didion was a crystalline observer of Los Angeles and its intellectual defender, Eve Babitz is its socio-cultural bedrock. Her fiction—and perhaps especially this resisued memoir—firmly re-establishes the city as the den of iniquity it has long been perceived to be, beginning with her own outrageous (read: hilarious and refreshingly self-aware) exploits.
Luc Sante
If Elaine Sciolino’s Paris is amber-hued and ends in a magical moment of unity, Sante’s book—the distant Gallic cousin to his Lowlife—encapsulates this last troubling year in the City of Light. His lyrical, yet serious, concluding paragraph includes the line, “The history of Paris teaches us that beauty is a by-product of danger, that liberty is at best a consequence of neglect, that wisdom is entwined with decay.” Read now.
Vivian Gornick
Like Sante’s book, about experiencing the citiy through walking, Gornick’s life in a city of strangers and the brief encounters she has with them happens largely on foot. No one escapes her gaze, and sometimes not her conversation, from cross dressers to families on the subway. This is perhaps not her best book, but it is a tuneful ballad to the paradoxical solitude of city life.
Christine Corton
There’s good reason London was known as The Big Smoke after the Great Fog of 1952 (and if not explicitally called so, had been since the Industrial Revolution when coal and industry began to sully the air). Croton charts the impact the fog, smog, and soot had on the city: physically, mortally, artistically, and morally.
Ada Calhoun
Much, much more than a history of a street, Calhoun’s deeply researched, personally invested (she’s a St. Mark’s Place native) though un-nostalgic, highly readable history of the louche and debauched East Village thoroughfare is a capsule (deep) history of New York itself.
Virginia Savage McAlester
This new edition of McAlester’s classic typology is worth it for the detailed chapter on ranch houses alone.
Lebbeus Wood (edited by Clare Jacobson)
Lovingly compiled by his editor of many years at Princeton Architectural Press, Slow Manifesto collects 300+ posts from Lebbeus’ blog—one that was less about being an architect than it was about the very nature (and responsibility) of architecture. For many who think Woods’ work was inaccessible or dark, read this and reconsider.
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